bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY

fortune, and what to do with it

February 23rd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on your college intro to ethics class: yesterday morning while jogging I spotted a twenty dollar bill on the ground. I stopped to pick it up — but then I thought, I don’t need this money. Twenty dollars isn’t that meaningful to me right now. I have plenty. Then I thought, I could take this twenty dollars and give it to someone that needs it. Or, I could leave it here, and gift some one else not just with the money itself, but ALSO the feeling of finding twenty dollars, which always somehow manages to charm the next hours of your life. And so, I left it there. All of this to say, if you happen to be a lucky person, perhaps it’s your job to share that luck however you can, make it available to other people, and also, I’M A REALLY GOOD PERSON WITH HIGH MORAL FIBERS, TELL YOUR FRIENDS.

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from an admirer / critic?

February 15th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Somebody gift wrapped and left this lovely lady tool set in my office. I have a lot of questions, such as, who? And also, why? Is it in reference to an inside joke that I was never inside of? Is it a subtle suggestion that I should explore my masculine side, or I guess maybe my feminine side? Or is it more of a metaphor, that I Fix Things? Or a declaration of PLEASE FIX THINGS. Whatever and whoever, THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY FRILLY BUT SOMETIMES MASCULINE LEANING HEART.

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February 13th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Red Gerard, ladies and ladies. This Gold Medal Kid:

  • overslept the morning of his big run and had to be woken up by his roommate
  • couldn’t find his olympics coat so he had to borrow his roommates
  • was so genuinely thrown and excited when he won the gold that he unabashedly cursed on live international television

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February 9th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

N. shame caused by the quality of one’s muffins

Earlier this week, I made a bunch of muffins because when I have the time, and even when I don’t, maybe I’m the kind of person who would like for her husband to ideally have a homemade baked good each day with his breakfast, and also because baking is the single most productive form of procrastination. I made said muffins, Vivian Howard’s Twin Muffins, a recipe she whipped up with squash and dried cherries and pecans and whole wheat flour, to trick her twins into eating things that are good for them. But I definitely underbaked them, so they are only like 70% as good they should be, and each day when I pass them, I feel a deep sense of a shame that can only be described as Muffin Shame, and if I can’t document that here then I genuinely do not know what this blog is for.

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home office

February 7th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

As is the way with obsessive box-checkers, I usually like to roll out of bed and immediately start accomplishing things. But lately, I’m trying this new thing in which I wake up, get my coffee, and GET BACK IN BED. I of course bring my computer into bed and start accomplishing things, but IT’S ALL DONE FROM BED. I have read the news, watched my friend’s short film,  and researched the ADA and its various titles, but you guys, I’M STILL IN BED. If this is at all possible in your life (which I imagine it’s not if you have things like ‘kids’ or ‘aversion to staying in bed all day’) I HIGHLY RECOMMEND.

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February 3rd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

In oh so many ways and on oh so many levels do I appreciate the irony of this advertisement for a local cleaning company that was left as litter on our front step,  that  went unnoticed for so long that it’s covered in footprints. TIDY, INDEED.

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How many am I?

February 1st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Here’s a thing: it’s actually really quite often, while driving and passing an entrance to a carpool lane, I truly have this conversation with myself  in my head:

Self: Okay, so  I can use the carpool lane if there’s more than one person in the car. How many people are in the car?

Other Self: Just you.

Self: Okay so, how many people am I?

Other Self: Really?


Other Self:…One person. You are ONE person.

Self:…Right. (then) Then how is it that I’m having a conversation with myself?


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horn tooting

January 31st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am here today to take issue with the phrase ‘don’t toot your own horn.’ Okay so, you have a horn. It’s yours. You’re just standing there with it. SO YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO WAIT AROUND UNTIL SOMEONE APPROACHES AND ASKS IF THEY CAN BLOW INTO IT FOR YOU? 1.) how often does that actually happen 2.) germs 3.) logic 4.) I SAY GO AHEAD AND JUST TOOT IT YOURSELF.

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I know not my age

January 29th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Like most humans, I like to assume that everyone I see and interact with is vastly older or younger than me, so that my own age remains a fixed, untouchable thing, so that I might eat gummy bears forever. And so last night, while re-watching A Chef’s Life for the 900th time (Vivian Howard’s beautiful docuseries about food and farming in Eastern North Carolina) I hunkered down to learn about cabbage, and met this fine fellow, Sam Jones, who runs Skylight BBQ in Ayden, NC:

He taught Vivian how to make their famed coleslaw (hint, it’s buckets of sugar.) After, the two of them chatted about their parents, their work ethic. In my head I’m thinking, what a wise, humble, hardworking man in his mid to late 40s. And then he says, I always told myself I’d never be a person who let my work run my life, and here I am, 34 years old, and I can’t even turn it off. THIS MAN IS, IN FACT, YOUNGER THAN MYSELF.

As for Queen Vivian, I do think I know how old she is, but I won’t discuss it, as she is flawless /  ageless / glorious / inspiring / WILL LIVE FOREVER, but I will say she is slightly older than me, so I can say I want to be her when I grow up, which inevitably will happen someday.

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how to become famous

January 18th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Be more like this woman, who marched up to me last night when we were filming at ***** tourist attraction in ********, wearing full body denim, with a face painted like a 19th century doll:


Me: Okay — well — we already have our background people and we’ve already been filming for a while, so–


Me: Okay, well — maybe stand at the edge of the crowd and you might be in the shot.


Me: It’s a TV show.

WOMAN: (joining edge of crowd) I DON’T WATCH TV.

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